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So, sexual-massage—been around forever, ya know? Ancient Greeks did it, called it “anatripsis”—rubbin’ for the gods or some shit. Bet they didn’t expect it’d end up in shady parlors with neon signs blinkin’ “happy endin’.” Makes me chuckle, honestly—humans are so predictable, chasin’ that quick thrill. Got me thinkin’—if I ran one, I’d serve chianti with it, classy-like. Sip, rub, scream—perfect night!

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